Fists Of Fury

[Intro: HooksArthur & Mickey Diamond]
Any vibration, even the smallest creates waves in the air
But to become the sensation of sound, these waves most be picked up by an ear (Yo, yo)
And they must be processed by an living brain (Sucks, nigga, What the fuck?)
(It's The Umbrella, bitch)
Check me out though (Aha)

[Verse 1: HooksArthur]
I crash landed, feet planted when I hit the canvas
The real, one of the last standing (It's a gene)
King standed, feel like I'm stranded on a planet wherе rats runnin' rampant (That's a fact)
Respect is demandеd, never handed
Chess moves like The Queen's Gambit
Operate at a different bandwidth
This was written in a manuscript
Tools in the lab not to be templed with
I arrived, they did the mannequin (I arrived, Danger)
Jedi, light a eight of the Anakin
I bet I change the landscape that I'm trampled in
I said I feel like I got the world I gotta stand against (Hah)
They fled, I made my presence known in a race suspense
They dread I could put that greater shit to rest
And them red eyes is from the last pack that came and went
The chicken well spent, the words fall on death's ears but the dollars make sense (Money torture)
Alarm the crowd, this is not a test
For speakin' my name in vain you must repent
The moon rocks was dense
Put it trough the fire like Shocker
Strictly papers, we don't do robber (Strictly paps)
Kick a room-rocker, allow me to vent
Navy blue checks with my foot on they necks (What?)

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond]
When I strike it's a perfect ten
When I'm on the mic it's never a smirk or grin
I botch your move, you never'll work again (Danger)
It's money in my ink, well jerk the pen like a V12, deep deal
My rhyme's a ocean without the sea shells
Vocabulary too sharp for Adversary Shoe Shark
My legend's so deep, it's almost imaginary
Grap the semi and run through niggas like Halle Berry
Hallelujah, grilled halibut, a loud tuner
Outta town shooters that scrap bullets like foul rumors
I'm '03 Cory Spinks, and niggas is Wild Judah
I ain't one of them niggas who talk the talk and sound stupid
Rappers fallin' in love with my darts, my style: Cupid
I cop a vinyl-record and Mal loop it
Hoopin' in vintage Tommy, eyes glowin' red like a Shinigami
I hop inside the booth and transform into Ricky Bobby
I'm tryna kill you on the track, and that shit goes for anybody
Fuck how you feel about it, I draw the Mossberg while the building's crowded
It turn this shit to Hobo with a shotgun (Diamonds)

[Outro]
Everbody get cool, this is a robbery!
Any of you fuckin' bitch move—I'ma execute every motherfuckin' last one of you
The Umbrella's here (Hehe)